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BOY! Just call me Even Steven.

I definitely would not have been disappointed if Fetie turned out to be another girl, I really enjoy raising little girls, but over the past couple of days I had started to lean towards wanting a boy. If he was a girl, I would always wonder what raising a son would have been like (Number 3 is not off the table, but our plan has always been to stop at two). On the other hand we've got a lot of girl clothes we won't be able to reuse, but we'll be OK.

Becky did not have much of a preference since she already has her girl. Kyla kept flip-flopping on the subject.

We had a girl name picked out, but we hadn't settled on a boy name yet. I guess we're better with girl names, because we had Kyla's name picked out even before we conceived her. Naming our son (I love the sound of "our son") will become an endeavor Becky and I will be focusing on (i.e., obsessing about), so I don't think that announcement will be too far off. If we can't come up with one we agree on in the next four and a half months, I suppose we can just fall back on "Fetie."